The fire raged fiercely, the burnt ashes followed the flames and flew into the night sky, mixing with the sparks and dancing around the white moon.
A different kind of beauty appeared in front of the crowd.
However, none of them had the mood to appreciate the scene.
"Put out the fire! Put out the fire! "
Shouts sounded in the street.
The handle on the well was spinning non-stop.
Basins and buckets were filled with water one after another, and the water was poured onto the burning grocery store.
But it was just a drop in the bucket.
The fire didn't weaken at all. Quite the contrary, it burned brighter.
In order to reduce the damage, the people had to break down the walls connecting the two sides of the store to prevent the fire from burning.
However, the two walls were sturdier and heavier than they had imagined.
"A few more people!
Hurry up!
We can't let the fire spread! "
A middle-aged man who seemed to be quite prestigious shouted. A couple of young and strong men ran over, but …
It was useless.
Even though everyone clenched their teeth and used all their strength, the two walls didn't budge an inch, as if they were welded to the ground.
"Separate the two walls! We'll break down the walls behind!"
The middle-aged man shouted.
The crowd hesitated for a while before they did as they were told.
Although they did not want to destroy two perfectly intact houses, they did not want to do it.
They knew that if they didn't do that, the fire would spread to the whole street.
The street that they relied on for survival.
"Move!"
Just as the crowd took two steps forward, a loud shout was heard.
Then, a strong wind blew.
The heat from the raging flames almost made people unable to open their eyes.
The crowd instinctively dodged to the left and right.
Kaboom!
There was a dull thud in their ears, and when they opened their eyes, the two impregnable walls had collapsed to the ground.
The crowd cheered loudly when they saw the fire was isolated. They were looking for the strong man who had broken down the two walls.
Unfortunately, everyone around them knew each other. None of them matched the standard of the strong man.
Only the middle-aged man looked doubtful.
"I think someone ran into the fire just now … How is that possible?
It must be too hot. My eyes must be playing tricks on me! "
The middle-aged man mocked himself with a smile.
...
The fire was jumping up and down, like the tongue of the devil from hell, licking anyone who stepped in.
Kieran strolled among them.
In his eyes, these raging flames were nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing past his face.
Lowering his head, Kieran tried his best to find the entrance to the secret chamber.
That's right, it was a secret chamber!
When Kieran saw that the wall could not be pushed down even with the combined efforts of more than ten people, he concluded that there was something fishy about the burning house.
If it weren't for the special rooms in the house, the old walls wouldn't be so sturdy.
When he helped the civilians kick down the wall, Kieran was even more certain.
Through the transmission of power, Kieran could clearly sense that the two walls were quite deep underground.
It was far beyond the level of an ordinary basement.
"Found it!"
A few seconds later, with his previous confirmation, Kieran quickly found the underground passage.
A piece of the floor that was about to be burned through not only lost its only concealment function, but it also served as a guide for those who came later.
However, only people like Kieran could 'see' such a guide.
It was also the Arsonist's mistake!
The Arsonist was too confident in the fire!
He thought that everything would disappear without a trace in the fire.
However, the Arsonist neglected Kieran.
Bang!
After kicking away the burning floor, Kieran jumped into the secret chamber.
The secret chamber before him was also corroded by the fire.
It was safe to say that the fire started in this place.
The whole house was engulfed in flames from the bottom to the top.
That was why the fire couldn't be extinguished.
Inside the fire, a few charred bodies were lying on the floor in a crisscross pattern. The fire had robbed them of their original faces.
The melted and burnt fat connected their bodies together.
Kieran glanced over the scene and muttered softly.
"After killing them, they destroyed the evidence?"
The situation before Kieran's eyes was too easy to judge. Unless the few of them were suicidal and wanted to burn themselves to death, they should have extinguished the fire the moment it started.
Even if they couldn't extinguish the fire, they should have been able to escape safely.
The entrance to the secret chamber wasn't suppressed by any heavy objects or anything that could have prevented them from escaping.
There was only one explanation for everyone dying in the secret chamber.
Before the fire broke out, they were all dead.
Then, after killing their people, they started the fire.
"Do the Night race have any other communication methods?"
Kieran guessed.
Kieran was sure that there must be some Night race among the bounty hunters and mercenaries and they must have mastered some kind of long distance communication method. Otherwise, with Kieran's speed, the Night race that was mixed in with the bounty hunters and mercenaries couldn't have reached Herl City faster than him to inform the rest of the Night race.
As for the first attacker?
It was possible.
However, the possibility was very low, to the point that it was negligible.
Because the first attacker was trying to hinder the Night race.
They or the Night race would surely attack with the most ruthless methods but they wouldn't destroy the evidence after killing someone.
It was too unnecessary.
Judging from the first attacker's methods, it should have been more open and honorable.
They should have used a more brutal method to threaten the Night race.
"I was too careless!
"As expected, you've let your guard down because things have been going so smoothly recently?"
I knew the biggest characteristic of the Night race but I neglected it! "
Kieran sighed in his heart and warned himself again.
He wouldn't find excuses for himself.
Negligence was negligence.
Even though the Night race exploited the loophole in his heart, causing him to instinctively neglect it.
Still, being exploited by the enemy was a lesson that he had to remember.
Not every time, the enemy's target was someone else.
Kieran was the most likely target!
Kieran looked down at the burnt bodies again.
He wanted to imprint their tragic state into his heart as a warning.
However, after a careful inspection, Kieran noticed something else.
That finger …
Kieran looked at the straightened finger of one of the burnt bodies and quietly glanced over the blazing fire beside him. He then pretended to be fine and flew up.
Souuu!
While Kieran was in mid-air, the blazing fire beside him suddenly paused. It then extended and transformed into a flaming whip as thick as a forearm, lashing at Kieran in mid-air. The tip of the flaming whip was like a longsword, thrusting towards Kieran's throat.
The attacker had been waiting for this strike for a long time.
It was 90% in the bag.
So, the attacker went all out with the first strike, not holding back at all.
However, such an all-out attack had missed its mark. First Update ~
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